21. "I Will Eventually Stop Blaming Musicians," I Say as I Glare Upon the Kaleo Cover Art
Tell me, do you know?
How far are you willing to go?
Until your hands are bloodied and broken?
Until every word isn't left unspoken?
Until there is no part of you left untouched?
Until there is no part of you left I could love?
Oh, beloved, tell me: I am the beast
That way, at least
You can remain the beauty in this tale
And maybe your beauty isn't a veil
I will play your monster, if it's for you
I know the things that villains do
That's how far I'm willing to go
But do you know? Do you know?
Do we get what we deserve?